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Poetry Friday – Black

October, 5:30 am is a very black time of day in Toronto. It continues to feel pretty black when you’re being dragged around the block at 5:58 am by a terrier who seems to find brisk, pre-dawn air completely invigorating.

This morning, I thought of “What is Black?” from Mary O’Neill’s amazing Hailstones and Halibut Bones.